Time was, you could get at least a bit of airplay because your sound was new and different, and no one cared if your teeth were crooked and your hair fit no particular style and every time you approached the mike you warned it into submission with your very own brand of ocelot snarl. You could get loud. You could get angry. You could rock if you wanted to. You could even rock the Casbah if you had a mind to do it ....

We'll miss you, Joe Strummer.